Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Catching Up

Wow, I can't believe how long it has been since I last updated our blog. Can you believe I went an entire month without a single post? I promise to be better...I guess so many fun things have been happening so I better start catching up.

  • Bowling for Babies was on May 12th and we had another awesome turnout. We raised just under $12K again this year to help families in the NICU. Over 200 people showed up to bowl and enjoy the day with us. Thank you to everyone who came out and bowled for babies! It is so wonderful to see so many of our friends and supporters out helping our cause.
    • Thank you especially to our awesome event sponsors!  We are so grateful to have some many supporters.
  •  Ella's Halo also sponsored the Children's Baby Steps 3K water stop again this year. It was a fun day, beautiful weather and tons of walkers. Baby Steps raised over $80,000 and had over 1,800 walkers and attendees! We are so honored to be a part of this wonderful event to help the Children's Hospital and their NICUs. Children's of Minnesota has the largest neonatal program in the region and was recognized as one of the top neonatal programs in the country by U.S. News World Report's.
  • Ella's Halo was a school project for three girls at Southview Middle School in Edina.  They interviewed us and organized a book drive, as well, they helped with various other Ella's Halo projects. We were excited to go and visit them at their school while they gave their presentation to other classmates.  It was not only fun for us, but hopefully the girls learned a little along the way too.
  • We also worked with Children's NEXT group.  These ladies helped to put together 50 welcome bags for families in the NICU during one of their meeting.  It was a fun evening catching up and having them help us put together our bags to give to families at their own NICU.
  • Earlier in June we remembered Ella on her angel day. It has been three years since we lost our sweet baby girl and started on this incredible and very different journey of Ella's Halo. I look back and it truly amazes me the things we have been able to accomplish over the last three years to help other families like ours in the NICU. And to think, it all started with a sweet little girl. We remember her always and miss her so much. Later this month we are so looking forward to the safe arrival of Ella's little brother or sister. I am sure big sister Ella has been watching over all of us and has gotten us to this point so far. 
  • Donations, Donations and Donations!  That is what we have been up to as well. We continue to keep donating our bags to Children's in St. Paul, Children's in Minneapolis and U of M Amplatz's Children’s. So many families are receiving our welcome bags and knowing there are others who are out there who are thinking of them during their long extended NICU stay.

Even more fun to come this summer. Check back often and we will promise to keep you all up to date on what we are busy working away on at Ella's Halo!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

May Feature Family


At the beginning of each month Ella's Halo will have a NICU family tell their story about life in the NICU with their baby. Our hope is that by featuring different families others will have a better understanding of the difficult, roller-coaster ride many face when their baby is in the NICU. Ella's Halo created the Feature Family series, if you are interested in sharing your story, please email us at info@ellashalo.com to share your NICU story and to be a future Feature Family. 

However, this will be our final post of Feature Family on a monthly basis. 

And what better way to end our series than having Ella's Daddy tell his perspective of being a dad in the NICU.  Ryan tells his story and what it was like to be a parent of a baby in the NICU so well.  He brought tears to my eyes.  I am so proud  and so lucky that I get to call him my husband and the father to my babies.


Ella Jo Krumwiede
Written by Ryan Krumwiede
Former NICU Daddy

Life in the NICU
Spending three months in the NICU was the longest, most difficult time of my life. And not being able to bring our baby home at the end makes it even worse. When Ella was born, I knew we were in for a long, difficult struggle, not only for her to grow and develop, but to survive.

Ella was born at only 24 weeks gestation, and was dealing with a lot of issues, her lungs weren’t fully ready, and she needed support from a vent to help her breathe. Her blood pressure was also unstable and it was a problem we couldn’t ever get figured out.


There were many days that I just felt lost and hopeless, because it seemed that no matter what we did, things just wouldn’t get better. It is a feeling I hope to never feel again, and wouldn’t wish it upon anybody. As a father, you have a responsibility to take care of your family. You are the rock, and the one that is supposed to make sure everyone is safe and ok. But when your child is lying in a hospital bed, and there is nothing you can do, you feel like you are letting everyone down, not doing your job as a father. It hurts more than you can imagine.

The good days were great. The days when Ella was feeling better, and making improvements, it was unbelievable. We were able to hold her, and feed her, and it felt like we were a family. Although we were in a hospital, we still got to spend those precious moments with her, and do the things that parents normally take for granted.

In the NICU, it’s like you’re in this bad dream. You have this feeling like this can’t be real. This can’t be really happening to me, to my child, to our family. You are always wondering, “when am I going to wake up?” But it is real, and unfortunately too many parents and families have to go through it everyday. It truly is a roller coaster. One minute you are feeling good, and feel like things are finally getting better. And the next minute everything changes, and you feel like you are never going home.

A lot of prayers were said during our time in the NICU. And I thank God everyday that Ella is a part of our lives. She brought so many good things to us in such a short time. She is the reason that Ella’s Halo exists, is successful, and is doing so many great things. And I hope that for the others that are following in our footsteps, we can make it just a little bit easier. Just give them one less thing they have to worry about during a time that is so confusing, worrying and stressful.

 

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Halo Happenings (April Edition)




Things are still really busy around here.  Like I said in a previous post we just got done celebrating Ella's 3rd birthday.  Amazing how fast time seems to go.  We are working like crazy on Bowling for Babies which is only a month away.  Yikes!  Busy giving more donations to the hospitals as well as sponsoring a water stop at Children's Baby Steps in June.  And also excited about an upcoming event with our friends at Sweet Dreams for Kids. Even got an article in MN Parent this past month.   Here is a break down of our Halo Happenings.


First up we are so excited about Bowling for Babies this year.  We have been receiving so many fun donations this year for our raffles and silent auction.  Another Disney Vacation Package, DQ Dilly Bars for a Year, and so much more.  So excited too about all of our awesome sponsors, Fishing for a Cure, Paradigm Reporting, River's Run and Ride Rally, Wedding Designs and Rentals, Foley & Mansfield, PLLP, Wagner, Falconer & Judd, LTD. and the Reyes Family.  Thank you so much to all of our sponsors.  If you are interested in being a sponsor or donating to our event, there is still time.  Email us at info@ellashalo.com to get more information.  Also don't forget to get your tickets for May 12th.  Buy your bowling tickets here!



We are so excited about being sponsors again at the water stop for Children's Hospital and Clinics of Minnesota's Baby Steps 3K.  We had so much fun last year and are looking forward to being there again this year to support a great event for past NICU families.  June 2nd will be here in no time and we can't wait to meet all of the families walking in this event.  Also we have been busy with our donations.  40 more welcome bags went to Amplatz Children's Hospital last night.  So far in 2012 we have donated over 340 Welcome Bags, 785 books, 175 blankets to NICUs just this year.  I think you can say 2012 is off to a great start.

 


We are excited about another event we are partnering with our friends at Sweet Dreams for Kids.  Sweet Dreams for Kids is another small nonprofit that donates pajamas to sick kids in the hospital.  On April 27-29th at Freeziac's Maple Grove and Plymouth locations, you can go in to their stores and say the code word "KIDS" and get a discount off your purchase with some of proceeds being split between Sweet Dreams for Kids and Ella's Halo.  Come in and get frozen yogurt and help kids at the same time.  It is a win win.  Watch for more details about this event in the next couple of weeks.



Finally, this month I was featured in MN Parent magazine.  They did a great story about our experience with Ella and Ella's Halo.  Don't forget to check it out here or grab yourself a copy!

Monday, April 2, 2012

April Feature Family


At the beginning of each month Ella's Halo will have a NICU family tell their story about life in the NICU with their baby. Our hope is that by featuring different families others will have a better understanding of the difficult, roller-coaster ride many face when their baby is in the NICU. Ella's Halo created the Feature Family series, if you are interested in sharing your story, please email us at info@ellashalo.com to share your NICU story and to be a future Feature Family.


We have not met this family but know they understand all too well the NICU life and the journey of grief after losing a child.  Their story tells about the difficult journey from starting a family, to rare diagnosis of a child , to a scary NICU stay, to ultimately losing your baby.  The brave story Megan tells is what so many NICU families also face and Ella's Halo is happy to bring a little hope to their lives while in the NICU.


Bailey Gosiak
Written by Megan Gosiak
Former NICU Mommy

My husband and I fell in love back in high school, dated and talked about wedding plans until we were able to make them happen 5 years after meeting. We both knew we wanted to start a family as soon as possible, so we began trying to build our family 6 months after the wedding.

We found ourselves pregnant for the first time three short months after the honeymoon. We were so happy, we decided to shout it out to the world. Being only 4 weeks pregnant, we told my mom. We decided to tell my in laws the next day when we saw them, and would tell my father the next week at a special dinner we planned with him and my brother. We started wondering if things were ok the day after we told my in laws. My mother in law told me that major cramping was 100% normal, even though the cramping had been so intense, it woke me from a dead sleep. Not suspecting anything, we went about telling co-workers and other family that didn't know yet. Just 3 short days after finding out we were pregnant, I started bleeding. After calling the hospital, I put myself on bedrest until the appointment the next day. Scared but praying for the best, we went to bed hoping that we were going to be alright. The appointment came and we were pulled into a room and told "I'm sorry, your Hcg is a 3. For being 4w4d, your numbers should be much bigger. The baby is gone." I remember being so mad because they were holding us there and we just wanted OUT to go home and let it all sink in. We were in the maternity wing of the hospital and I was angry. Seeing all those big bellies and knowing mine wasn't going to end up like theirs. We raced home from the hospital and began the horrible process of untelling. The most heartbreaking people to untell were my husband's grandpa Florian and great aunt DeeDee. They had gotten SO excited about the idea of a new baby around.

We continued trying and hoping and praying. After 10 months with no luck, we sought out help and started talking to an ob/gyn and start testing to see what was wrong. We even started testing my hormone levels to make sure all was as it should be. I had to do cycle day 3 and cycle day 21 testing (3 days into your period and 3 days after ovulation) and they would work from there. I decided to skip the cd21 testing because I felt the whole cycle had been a waste and nothing was going to come of it. I had been charting and temping and doing everything I could think of to track everything. One day, I noticed something was different than the other times. Sure enough I tested and found we were expecting again. Eleven months after losing our first pregnancy, we were back in the game, hoping we would come out the other end with a healthy baby. When Adam came home from work, we had 4 different brands of tests and we wanted to make sure it wasn't just some fluke. We were blessed with an amazing pregnancy full of kicks, wiggles, and in the end were given a beautiful, healthy, energetic baby boy we gave the name Anthony (after a dear friend of my husband, who died in Iraq in 2005).

Just 6 days shy of his first birthday, we found we were pregnant again. We hadn't been trying, so this was coming as a blessing unasked for, but overwhelmingly welcome. We managed to hold off until our son's birthday to reveal to EVERYONE at once that Anthony was going to be a big brother. The whole room lit up and everyone was over the moon. It was an amazing day full of love, joy, and talk of miracles.

Everything was going along just fine until week 16 when we went in for a prenatal appointment and were offered a quad screen test. We couldn't remember if we had done one the first time around and figured can't hurt, let's go ahead and do it. It was like divine intervention in the end. We got a call back soon after the appointment and were told everything was fine, we were just inside the "normal" category. Feeling relieved, I was just about to call Adam and share the news when the nurse called back less than 20 minutes after the first time and told us that the dr had read the results wrong. We were outside the "normal" and were going to be referred to a different clinic for more testing (genetic counseling, level 2 ultrasounds, and the offer of genetic testing and an amnio). I started wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. Yes, these tests often gave false positives, but the "what if's" kept floating into our minds. Four weeks later, we were in getting the genetic counseling and a level 2 ultrasound. We were told that our numbers were fine for the neural tube defects and for spina bifida, but they were VERY high in the Down Syndrome area. We were hit by bricks. We knew that Down's comes with a big bag of its own, but we felt that as long as baby was as healthy as possible, we can do anything. During the ultrasound, we were talking to the tech and told her "we don't want to know boy or girl if we can help it" and sharing our story of how we had gotten where we were and our beautiful family. The tech went about measuring fingers, leg bones, the fold behind baby's neck, length of nose, and heart. We noticed that she was spending a LOT of time looking at the heart and kept checking and rechecking things. after a while, we asked what was going on and she told us that she saw something was wrong with baby's heart. She saw that there was something missing and it can be a very big problem. While waiting for her to talk to the perinatologist and get him in the room, our hearts started to sink. Surely we wouldn't be given a miracle like this only to lose it. Maybe she was mistaken. The perinaologist came in, picked up the transducer and began going over the heart area again. The whole room was very quiet as they pointed to this and that and talked to each other. The tone said it all. Baby was very VERY sick. Something was wrong. I started wondering what I had done wrong. Not enough of this, too much of that, everything. Wondering what was going to happen with the baby. Would it be born ok? Is the problem fixable? Would we have to say goodbye?

The perinatologist looked at us, got this look on his face I'll never forget, put his hand on my shoulder and told us "Your baby has a heart defect that is serious. If you look here, there should be something here to block the blood from mixing up here. And there is something wrong with the valves. We are going to have to keep monitoring you every month from here on out to keep an eye on it, but its not something that will fix itself. This will need open heart surgery soon after birth. I'm going to hand your case to a perinatal cardiologist who is amazing at his job. I'm so sorry" and then gave us an amazingly long medical term that I still remember to this day. AtrialVentricular Cushion Defect or AtrialVentricular Septal Defect. We were broken, but decided that we would do all we could to inform ourselves and keep faith that everything would be ok.

We did our regular appointments with our regular ob/gyn once a month and kept our monthly appointments with the perinatologist's office. Every 2 weeks, we were going to see drs and needed a babysitter to watch Anthony all the time. Every Wednesday that Adam had off was filled with drs offices. Around 32 weeks, we got to meet the perinatal cardiologist and talk to him about what our game plan should be. He said it looked like the ventricular part was starting to fix itself (YAY!) but we would have to assess everything after baby was born. Nothing was normal at all with this pregnancy anymore. On our way to an appointment, we narrowly missed a car that came flying out of the bushes, flew down the road, hit a light pole, and gave everyone around a huge scare. There was no such thing as a normal appointment either (impossibly long waits, lost appointments, missing this or that, miscommunications, drs not being available, you name it). We ended up switching ob offices because the hospital we planned to deliver at wasn't equipt to handle such a case and our regular dr was going to be out of town. Little did we know, this saved our little girl's life on her first day.

After a false alarm in week 37, we asked if we could put plans down for an induction because we needed to have the right people there and wanted to have things ready for when baby would be born. Our induction was planned for July 15th, bright and early. We'd be 39 weeks and the hospital would have the dr that we wanted on staff to deliver our bundle.

But Little One had different plans.

We got things finalized, Adam worked the schedule just right so that he wouldn't have to worry about the store that he manages, we had sitters for Anthony, and we had plans for what to pack the night before the induction. We were getting the last of our plans in place on the night of the 12th and Adam was putting Anthony to bed when the contractions were starting and something felt...different. Adam came out and I laid my head on his lap, looked up and said "Honey, I'm so sorry. I'm going to ruin your scheduling that you worked so hard on." He told me to just lay down, relax, drink more water, and keep breathing steady, we only had a few more days before the induction. Little did we both know, that night was going to be one of the most chaotic we could ever imagine.

I tried everything to stop the contractions. Drank obscene amounts of water, had my ankles up, took a warm bath, laid down in bed, everything, but nothing was working. I kept timing the contractions and noticed a scary pattern starting to develop. They were getting closer, stronger, longer lasting (piggy back contractions is a sign that labor isn't going to stop), and very consistent. I woke Adam and we hurried to pack a bag with everything we could need. This was hopefully it. On the way to my in law's house, we called (we left our apartment at 3am, and would be getting to their house around 3:45 ish) and called and called, but no one was answering. If you know my mother in law, she doesn't just let the phone ring. We were scared something was wrong on top of everything! Luckily it was just that Anthony had killed her cordless phone a few days before and she didn't hear the others ringing. She and Adam both saw that I was in a lot of pain, surely this meant that it wasn't going to be a false alarm again. We left her house at 4 am, got to the hospital at 5 am and were told to walk around and see what happens. When they checked me. Sure as it all could be, I had to be admitted. I was fully admitted and walking the halls at 5:30am. I got to a point soon after where the pain was too much and I didn't want to be far from the room, so I tried to just walk from the bathroom door to the bed and back. Soon, that got to be too much also. The birthing ball did nothing either. I had told myself that if I was going to do pain meds, I wanted the same kind I had last time. Its a one time shot in the back that only lasts about 30-45 minutes and can only be given once. I was getting along ok (truth be told I was in pure agony from contractions piggybacking so much that it was pretty much one long contraction for about 30 minutes) when I told them I needed pain meds NOW. They called the guy in and he got himself ready. The nurses wanted to check one last time and see how things had progressed and found I was at a 9. They said that there might be a while to go, but things were kicked into high gear, it was my call to get the meds or not. I told him to get things ready, I wanted the meds. Just as he ripped open the sterile package with the needle, I felt I needed to push. I told everyone "I gotta push!!" and the guy gathered his stuff and walked out as the nurses scrambled to get the dr in. Luckily, the dr we were going to be doing the induction with was on call that morning. We had lucked out! he came in, checked how things were and told me "You need to push? Then go ahead and push!"

Three pushes later at 7:52 am, I faintly remember him saying those precious words "Its a girl!" but I thought I was dreaming. There were tears all around. 8lbs 1 oz, 18 inches, beautiful full head of copper red hair. They put her on my chest and I noticed something wasn't right. She wasn't pink, she was blue. Very blue. I got to give her a kiss and tell her I loved her so much before they took her and put her in an isolette to see what was going on. They knew from the heart defect that she was going to have a low blood oxygen level (in the 80s), but no one expected to see it was in the very low 50s. They tried a few things to get her to start breathing, but nothing was working. They wrapped her up, gave her back to me for a few short minutes (more kisses, I love yous, and please get better), and then took her to the NICU. I turned to Adam and told him "Follow her! Come back to me with our little girl." As I turned to the nurse by my side, I asked what their policy was for the first night. Some hospitals won't let you keep your baby in room on night 1 while others let you choose. She gave me that "you don't know?" look and told me "She's going to be in the NICU for awhile. You can visit her in a bit."

I wasn't at all prepared for the NICU. Washing my hands for 5 minutes, being wheeled to her bedside and seeing Adam in his glory, loving his little girl and holding a pacifier in her mouth. I wasn't ready to see all the lines in and out of her body, the machines beeping around her, the nurses hovering over her and giving her this and that, looking at this machine, talking about that number, talking to drs about what to do next, I wasn't ready for any of it and they didn't want me in there long because I had just given birth without pain meds. I was exhausted. They rolled me back to the room, brought in a pump, and told me to eat and rest, I could go back in a bit, but I needed to rest for a bit first.

Fast forward a few hours, Adam came in and told me that she wasn't getting better, but they had sent him out to tell me this and to get some rest. We went to her side just in time to see them with our first clipboard and pen, drs getting ready to cut my poor baby girl open for the first time. They had to put in a chest tube to suck the air out of her chest as it was making it hard for her lungs and heart to fully inflate and get things going. We signed and then were asked to leave, someone would come get us when she stabilized.

She never did. We kept going back and often alternated who was by her side so that someone was always in the room for when family came by and we could bring them in to meet the newest member. I don't think they were prepared either. I had an amazing nurse by my side that helped with so much. When they went through treatment after treatment (cpap, oxygen on a ventilator, a jet ventilator, nitric oxide, medicines, etc) and things would start working for a little while, but wouldn't work for very long. The perinatology cardiologist was there to help lend a hand and it was soon ruled out that her heart was causing this, it was her lungs and something was VERY VERY wrong. They started talking about hospital transfers. I ran out of the NICU and back to my room to start packing. I'd be damned if I was stuck in his hospital while my daughter was 2 hours away, fighting for every breath. Luckily that amazing nurse told me "Get back to her bedside. I'm going to get a dr working on your release papers and us nurses are going to pack your stuff. You need to be by her side."

Less than 12 hours after being born, my daughter was being picked up by an ambulance, about to be transferred to the University of Minnesota Amplatz Hospital and I was given discharge papers with very strict orders for my own care. Things had gone so horribly and so fast. We barely had time to tell everyone what her name was (Bailey Diane) before they were talking about moving her. Once she was on her way, we got our things and started our own drive to the hospital in the Cities. No one could ride with because the ambulance was full with 3 nurses and tons of machines they needed to sustain her on her ride.

We got to the hospital around 9 and were put in a family lounge to wait for the drs to come in and tell us any news they had. We waited over an hour before Dr Bendel came in and gave us some scary news.

Bailey's heart had stopped before they reached the hospital. The amazing nurses did cpr for 10 minutes to keep her heart going until they could get it shocked back into rhythm. They didn't have a machine sucking the air out of her chest in the ambulance and her chest had filled with air, stopping her heart. They had to put in 2 more chest tubes and she was finally becoming more stable and even turning pink! They had a machine that would help with breathing issues (extracorporeal membrane oxygenation, or ECMO), but they weren't going to use it unless she started to decline again. We said our prayers, hoped and prayed that she would pull out of this, but the dr was back soon after she left and told us to come to her bedside, they needed to put her on the machines and it would be a little while after before we could see her again. We went in and were even more overwhelmed. More nurses, more machines, more tubes, more lines, more medicines, and now she also had a bright bruise on her chest from the cpr. Here was the body of my poor little girl, less than a day old, struggling for each breath, and about to undergo a major surgery. They did a quick baptism and we were asked to leave to keep the room sterile.

With the ECMO machine, cannulas are placed in the jugular and coratid vessels in her neck, one will pull the blood out of her body before it gets to her heart and lungs, oxygenate it, then returns it directly into her body to be pumped to where it needs to go in her body. It completely bypasses the heart and lungs. We were told that they had 3 weeks to figure out the problem and get it cured before the risks of her being on the machines outweighed the good.

We had to be put up in a room in the hospital because we came in so late. We barely got any sleep (it was cold, I was in a lot of pain and had no pain meds, and we were scared for our little girl). I started wondering if we were going to get to bring her home or if we would leave the hospital with empty arms. I tried to shove that idea out of my head, but it was always there in the back of my mind.

Days passed and we were put through the ringer. I managed to get a room at the Ronald McDonald House and was able to put all worried for myself behind me and focus on helping my little girl. She would start responding to this, but it wouldn't last. Her lungs started to look like they were opening, but that soon started to slow until it wasn't progressing at all. We even had a time when one of the cannulas slipped out of place and she was forced to breathe on her own for a little while, but they got things settled quickly. That was the night that they called my phone, but it was on the other side of the room and none of us heard it (the call was at 3 am and we were all exhausted). They only called that number and we had to correct that the next day, but luckily, nothing else happened that night. They had so many worries about our baby girl. There was the low oxygen levels she had the entire first day that caused minor brain bleeds and they worried about brain damage, there were worries about what was going on with her lungs. There was a worry about how her heart and its defect would cope with everything.

The end of week 2, the drs were starting to really scratch their heads and worry. Bailey was stable, but there was no change. They had tried to clamp her off of the ECMO (to see if she was ready to come off) and that didn't go well at all. Adam wasn't able to be by my side because he had to be back at work, but ended up coming down and was going to stay until they had a diagnosis and things were headed where they should. Poor Anthony was forced to cope with in impossibly small room to play in (with the most amazing Ella's Halo toys!) and a hectic schedule that had no room for play. The drs were starting to talk about the more rare lung problems. More than once, the words "not compatible with life" were said. I knew what it meant, but my brain refused to let the idea really sink in. There was no way they were saying she would die, they just weren't working hard enough and she was coming up on her final days for ECMO.

Friday, July 29th, they scheduled a lung biopsy (another major surgery, more bandages, more scars, more ugly marks on her beautiful body) and told us that they should have results back as soon as the next day, but maybe closer to next week. We had to have answers by Thursday August 4th. That was her last day she could be on ECMO without the risks becoming much more dangerous. It was a very anxious weekend that followed. They had to change out a bunch of parts on her ECMO circuit because they were starting to show signs of aging (it was amazing it lasted as long as it did) and her kidneys were starting to fail. She was bloating up and unable to drain it off. I asked one of the nurses what was going on with my little girl's chest? Why is it so shiny? and the response hit hard. "She's not peeing off the extra fluids anymore. The tissue in her skin is starting to break down, she's deteriorating." No. My little girl was supposed to live. She was a miracle!

Monday's rounds held more bad news. Her heart was starting to fail along with her kidneys and they expected the results from the biopsy to come in that day. My heart sank. I went to go pump and ended up texting my dad "If you are going to ever meet Bailey, you need to get up here now. Bailey is dying". My world was starting to cave in, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

Then the results came in. You know something is up when you are sat down in a room with 2 drs, all your primary care nurses, another nurse who cared for (and loved) Bailey, at least one nurse practitioner, and the social worker. The dr walked in and laid a sheet on the table. I barely caught a glimpse of the headline when he flipped it over, took a deep breath, sat down and said "I'm so sorry". Little beyond that mattered. My baby girl was dying. I was going to go home with empty arms, broken heart, and fractured family. I was losing another child, but this one I had gotten to carry longer and talk to. The dr went on to talk about the diagnosis (Alveolar Capillary Dysplasia), the chances (no cure, no treatment, extremely rare diagnosis), and the plan for the next few days. I don't know how Adam held together as long as he did because I could barely hold myself together once the dr came in the room.

Plans were made for us to stay the night in the hospital again while my in laws took Anthony back to the Ronald McDonald House for the night. We were told that we had all night to make memories with our little girl and one of our favorite nurses would be with her almost the whole night. She would only have her primaries for the remaining time.

I got to bathe her (her first and last bath), read to her, put a headband with a pink flower on it on her head, get hand prints, foot prints, and hundreds of pictures, and we were given the chance to dress her, but we opted not to because there is no moving of an ECMO baby unless necessary. That night, we both slept peacefully. We had exhausted all avenues, we had prayed all we could, been there as much as possible, and given all our strength, but it was coming time to say goodbye.

I have an amazing friend who was trained in Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep and she was able to come and take the last photos of that entire day. My dad did end up making it to meet Bailey and we had close family there to also say goodbye. My mom had gotten to come and meet Bailey, but had to go back home before any diagnosis was back.

That whole day plays in my mind often. Watching them do the final this and that, making plans for where we would do this and that, things were set up in a private room for us to have our time, and they prepared the final moments and got everything packed up for us so we wouldn't have to go back into that NICU room. The walk to the private room was rushed, but plays in slow motion. I hadn't held my little girl in nearly 3 weeks, but I had gotten to hold her first when she came into this world. Adam never got to hold her, so he got the honor of being the one to hold her as she passed. Sitting in the chair, them putting her in my arms, the shock on my face as I realized she was VERY heavy now, the machines breathing for her, her smell, the way she laid there and let us have our time, everything was so surreal. My baby girl could finally rest. She had put up a good, strong fight, but she was too beautiful to stay in this world. She had fulfilled her purpose in life and it was time for her to go back to Heaven and actually enjoy being a child.

Everyone said their goodbyes, I handed her to Adam, and he had his time to hold his baby girl. He didn't get much time before the nurses told us that her time was coming and it was coming fast. Everyone else was asked to leave and we were given a few short minutes before they pulled her tubes out and the nurses excused themselves. We were given a chance to say goodbye and let our little angel go back home. It was a very short time filled with tears, love, prayers, and finally peace as she stirred one last time, tried to lift her arms up, then slipped away. August 2, 2011 at 12:58pm, they pronounced her gone. 20 days old.

We noticed something later on when we were alone with the nurses, after everyone had left. While holding Bailey's body, we noticed the most beautiful sky, hardly any clouds, and the sun shining brightly. More than half the time we were there, it would rain and it would rain like CRAZY!

The wake came and went and many many people came to pay respects and see what an angel she had been. She had shown more courage and strength than I had ever seen. She taught us so much in such a small span of time. The day of her funeral, the skies were threatening, but there wasn't more than a very light sprinkle. During the service, the lights flickered and just about went out. Bailey always hated the lights on her isolette being on. She couldn't open her eyes if they were on, so the nurses often left them off for her. Adam and I just looked at each other as the lights flickered in the church. Bailey wanted the lights off, for crying out loud! After the service, our funeral director told us that it was POURING outside, it might be better to have the meal first then head out to the cemetery. We agreed and I think it worked out better that way. Anthony was given a chance to wake up and we had a little more time before we would endure the pain of letting go forever. After the meal, we went to the doors and found that not only had the rain let up, the clouds were clearing away and the sun was coming out. Adam and I smiled at each other again. Bailey was at peace, it was time.

We now go see her whenever we are in town and have a few minutes. We decorated her headstone to reflect her personality (bright, bold, and sassy) and she has gotten more gifts from people than I would ever have expected. We just decorated her plot for Easter today, in fact.

While many don't understand why, I feel a connection with that cemetery plot. I know her spirit isn't there anymore, but her body is. I carried that body for 38w5d. I gave birth to that body. I was the first to hold that body.

Its been 8 months since we said goodbye and life has returned to a whole new "normal". I have a caringbridge site for Bailey. Just type baileygosiak in the visit spot and it will take you there. I have a link on there also to another blog that I have recently started also. I am so thankful to everyone we met while in the hospital, to the people who donated this and that on behalf of their children passed, and Ella's Halo. From the toys to the outfit that is in her memory box to your amazing blog that shares NICU stories, Its amazing.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

E is 3

Happy 3rd Birthday to our little girl!  



Our little E is 3!  We love you and miss you every day Ella.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Parents of Preemies Day



Another nonprofit helping preemies called Graham's Foundation is hosting a Parents of Preemies Day today March 23rd. 

Here are some helpful tips they posted on their website to say and do for parents of a preemie:

10 Things to Say to the Parents of Preemies
1. Congratulations! Your baby is beautiful!
2. You're stronger than you know, and your baby is strong like you.
3. If you'd like someone to be there with you in the NICU, I'd be happy to just sit with you.
4. Can I see a picture?
5. When can I come and visit him/her?
6. After this experience, your bond with your baby is going to be so strong.
7. Prematurity is not your fault and it's really unfair.
8. What can I do during cold and flu season to keep your family safe?
9. Cry if you need to; I can be strong for you when you need to take a break.
10. You're a great mom! / You're a great dad!

10 Things to Do for the Parents of Preemies
1. Go food shopping and then cook and freeze a couple (or a lot) of meals that are easy to reheat.
2. Look after a preemie parent's other children so she or he can spend that much more time in the NICU.
3. Visit the new parents and their preemie as soon as the time is right – and focus on the baby, not the equipment.
4. Reschedule a NICU or home visit when you know you've been exposed to germs but aren't feeling sick (especially during flu and RSV season).
5. Help them get to and from the hospital when transportation is an issue.
6. Walk the dog, feed the cat, mow the lawn… anything that gives a preemie parent less to do at home.
7. Just listen. Parents of premature babies may have thoughts or feelings you don't understand; you don't have to 'get it'.
8. Give a gift their baby can use right now – premature babies who aren't ready for clothes can often wear specially sized hats.
9. Be understanding when the mom or dad of a preemie doesn't have a lot of time for you, even if you've been missing them for weeks or months.
10. Request a Graham's Foundation NICU care package on their behalf by visiting the Graham’s Foundation website.......or from Ella's Halo!

They posted on their website some very interesting facts about preemies as well:

Nearly 13 million babies, or about 10% of total worldwide births, are born prematurely each year. Nearly one million infants die each year as a result of pre-term birth, or about 28% of all deaths that occur within the first month of life.

The roller coaster ride your baby takes while in the NICU gives parents emotional distress, and physical exhaustion.  I will never forget having spent 83 days in the NICU with Ella.  It is definitely a world all of it its own and no one can fully describe it to you unless you too have been a parent of a preemie in the NICU.  When a baby is born premature, parents and families find them in a whole different world faced with life and death decisions, uncertain futures for their baby and family, unknown medical issues, and a level of stress you have never felt before.

That is why we spend so much time trying to help NICUs here in the Twin Cities have small comforts of home for these parents and babies....to try to make the journey a little more bearable.  We understand all too well what it is like to be a parent of a preemie.

Today, March 23rd Ella's Halo helps to recognize the courage and commitment parents of premature babies have for their little miracles.   

And today and everyday we are proud to be parents to our sweet preemie Ella. 


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Springing Ahead


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I am not really sure where this past few months have gone. The sun is warm, the snow is gone and we are hitting record highs.  It sure feels like spring is here to stay!  So I thought I should spring ahead and get caught up on my blog, pushing forward with Ella's Halo and take advantage of the change in the air. 

February and March tend to be really busy months for us.  We have birthdays, anniversaries and preparing for bowling.  Things have just flown by the past two months. And before we know it will already be May 12th and we will be hosting another Ella's Halo Bowling for Babies event. 

I can't believe in 5 days our little girl will be three years old.  Where did those years go!?  It just feels like yesterday and our little girl made her quick and surprise arrival into our lives. Little did I know how much she would change our lives in her short time with us.  We are planning to spend the day together and to remember Ella on Sunday.  I am actually looking forward to her birthday this year and spending the day with her daddy.  I guess over time we are just thankful that we were lucky enough to have had her in our lives and her birthday becomes more of a celebration with each passing year.

In just two months we will be hosting our 3rd Annual Bowling for Babies event on May 12th at Park Tavern.  I can't believe this will be the 3rd year of bowling.  It is such a fun event with tons of families who come out and all help raise awareness and money for our cause.  It is so amazing what we have been able to do these past three years with Ella's Halo  and we are so excited about what is to come in the future too.  Just this year we donated 175 blankets thanks to the help of Plymouth Creek Elementary School, we also donated 785 books to NICUs, and already have donated 200 welcome bags.  It has been a busy first part of the year donating so many items to the NICU and we know with bowling this spring, sponsoring Children's Baby Steps in June, the rest of the year will be just as busy.

So those are just a few things that have been taking up our time lately.  I am looking forward to enjoy this beautiful weather, getting outside in the sunshine, and gearing up for another busy year of Ella's Halo.  Springing Ahead to Fun!

Monday, March 5, 2012

March Feature Family


At the beginning of each month Ella's Halo will have a NICU family tell their story about life in the NICU with their baby. Our hope is that by featuring different families others will have a better understanding of the difficult, roller-coaster ride many face when their baby is in the NICU. Ella's Halo created the Feature Family series, if you are interested in sharing your story, please email us at info@ellashalo.com to share your NICU story and to be a future Feature Family.
**Sorry, our post is a couple of days late this month.  We have been busy planning Bowling for Babies and March 1st got away from us.

This sweet mother contacted us at Ella's Halo and told us she loved the real stories that our families write for our feature family stories.  So I asked her to write her own story and share it with us.  Little did I know that her older daughter had enjoyed some of the books Ella's Halo donated while her little sister Emma was in the NICU.  So glad we are helping not only babies and families but siblings too. 

Emma Michael
Written by Rebecca Michael
Former NICU Mommy

In February 2011, my husband and I found out I was pregnant! After suffering a miscarriage in the fall, we were excited to be expecting again. We anticipated an easy pregnancy, as our older daughter Madilyn had been full term with an easy labor.

During the first trimester I’d had some spotting, but ultrasounds confirmed that baby was growing perfectly. Around 18 weeks the spotting was more frequent and heavy, but weekly visits to the doctor and numerous ultrasounds never revealed any issues. Baby was always healthy, great sized, and kicking and there wasn’t an obvious source of bleeding. We agreed with the doctor that it was probably just going to be a bit of a nuisance through the rest of the pregnancy. No big deal, right?

At 22 weeks and 3 days, I woke up at 2am in a wet bed – my water had broken. We headed for the hospital and then I was taken by ambulance to UMMC Riverside because I was still at such an early gestation and they had a Level III NICU that would be better equipped to handle whatever the future would bring. The first 24 hours in the Antepartum unit were a whirlwind. I wasn’t in active labor (no contractions, no dilation) and all test results came back negative for any infections. So, the plan was to STAY on hospital bedrest with close monitoring to keep Baby in until the 23-week mark: before 23 weeks, they can’t perform any life-saving measures as the baby would just be too small. So we waited and prayed that I could make it 4 more days to that 23-week mark!

At 23 weeks and 1 day, I started having contractions. After an ultrasound they determined that I no longer had any amniotic fluid; Baby was in distress and also breech. They started to prep me for a C-Section but as that was happening Emma had other plans. She was welcomed into the world after one quick push, 15 minutes after my husband sent an email to his work letting them know he wouldn’t be there that day. James followed our 1 pound, 6 ounce baby girl to the NICU and the journey began.

There were SO many ups and downs during our 133-day stay – we managed to avoid most of the major problems that micropreemies typically encounter, but Emma was intubated for 6 weeks, had meningitis, developed a blood clot right above her heart, and also received injections into her eyes for ROP. At one point, she had a “line” (IVs, Arterial line, PICC line) in every extremity, including her head! We made it through the first 24 hours, then the first 72 hours, then the first week and first month. We slept with the phone next to our bed every night, hoping it wouldn’t ring with bad news. Life was such a whirlwind of worry, trying to find out everything we could about anything affecting Emma, pumping milk every few hours, keeping our families in the loop, and attempting to maintain some normalcy for Madilyn. Our doctors and nurses were amazing and took so much time explaining to us everything that was happening to Emma and teaching us how to care for her. After waiting a month to finally hold her, daily Kangaroo Care time was such a blessing.

While Emma was in the NICU, Madilyn and both sets of grandparents spent a lot of time in the waiting room. Madilyn LOVED reading all the books donated by Ella’s Halo and especially liked showing the pictures to her baby sister when she could be crib-side!

Emma came home the week of Thanksgiving (exactly 19 weeks after she was born) and we certainly have a LOT to be thankful for. The NICU experience is not one you ever expect to take and being there for so long gives a great appreciation for life. We saw many families whose stay there didn’t end as positively as ours, and we’re so appreciative of Ella’s Halo and their work to make the NICU more comfortable and warm in a less-than-ideal situation for every family. You are amazing!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Top Ten Tuesday

Since February is I Love to Read Month,  I thought it would be fun to do a top ten on why it is important to read to your baby (children)!  Plus Ella's Halo donated 785 books this month to area NICUs in the month of February from our Babies and Book book drive.  Here are a couple of reasons we found were important to us during our NICU stay.

1.  Reading to your baby in the NICU helps you to bond. It is often difficult to find the right ways to bond with your baby but reading to them is something so simple to help create the child/parent bond.  This bonding is so important for you and also to help your little preemie continue to grow while in the NICU.

2.  Reading can calm your baby, especially when they are fretful and restless.  Hearing your voice and listening to your heartbeat is comforting and soothing to your baby.  NICU life can be stressful so hearing their parents voice while reading brings your little preemie a sense of calmness.

3.  Form a habit of reading to baby at the same time each day, or at least several times a week. Choose a time when you are both relaxed and not rushed.  This habit will move with you once you are out of the NICU and into your lives at home as your child grows.

4.  Reading to your baby can help pass the time. Many parents spend long hours in the NICU by their child's bedside.  Pass the time by reading to your baby!

5.  By reading early on to your child, you could be helping to develop their communication skills and learning skills. Not only are you reading but you could be teaching them skills to help them as they grow.

6.  The NICU exposes preterm babies to high levels of noise, while fetus in utero only have the stimulation of their mother's voice.   However, these little preemies are in isolettes and don't get to hear the smoothing voice of their mother unless it is directed into the tiny hole of the isolette. What better way to give your little baby the comforts of home then sitting next to them, softly reading a book to drown out the other NICU noises.

7. Reading is the best way to develop language skills. The baby absorbs the rhythm of your speech and learns to perceive individual sounds in the stream of words. The way you read a story is teaching your baby about language.

8.  Dad can get involved too.  Babies know their daddy's voices much like their mommy's so have dad join in on the action and grab his favorite book to read! 

9.  Ella's Halo donated 785 books to area NICUs.  Now there is no reason not to find your favorite children's book while in the NICU and go read to your baby!

10.  And last but not least, you are creating memories with your baby. Reading books to your child helps to create lasting positive memories of your time in the NICU.  And can even continue to create memories as your child grows up.
 
Thank you to everyone who donated to our Babies and Book book drive this past holiday season.  These are such fun items to donate to the NICU because we know they will be used right away by families and enjoyed!!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Even though I never got to celebrate a Valentine's Day with you.............

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you will always be our little valentine. 


Wishing all of the little sweethearts who are spending Valentine's Day in hospital NICUs, much love today.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

February Feature Family


At the beginning of each month Ella's Halo will have a NICU family tell their story about life in the NICU with their baby. Our hope is that by featuring different families others will have a better understanding of the difficult, roller-coaster ride many face when their baby is in the NICU. Ella's Halo created the Feature Family series, if you are interested in sharing your story, please email us at info@ellashalo.com to share your NICU story and to be a future Feature Family.

We know Tina from back when we were in high school.  Coming from a small town, it broke our hearts hearing about a family we knew so many years ago was just starting their NICU journey.  It breaks my heart any time I hear about a baby entering the NICU, but even more so when we know the moms and dads and the journey they are about to embark on.  Here is their story.


Kaislyn Toni Drewes
Written by Tina Drewes
Former NICU Mommy

Things started to change at 25 weeks. I noticed swelling in my legs and just thought it was from being pregnant, and that I was retaining water until someone said I should go in. I went in to the doctor at 26 weeks and they noticed elevated blood pressure and protein, so I was asked to check in to the ob floor for monitoring two days later for just a few hours. However, a few hours turned into 3 days. After checking in, my blood pressure was 140/100. They thought it was from getting settled in, but it kept rising. They started pumping in blood pressure meds to lower it, but it got as high as 170/110. I was given a steroid shot in case of early delivery.

After three days I was able to go home on very strict bed rest! I made it two more weeks, to 28 weeks, and then had another doctor’s appointment. After looking at an ultrasound and checking my protein levels, I was told I needed to head to Fargo in case we had to deliver!

We checked in on a weekend and were told the baby would be delivered on Thursday. After they did some research, they determined we were able to hang out for a while and see how things would go. I was given a second dose of steroids and was put on magnesium sulfate (worst drug in the world). I was told that I was at a serious risk of having seizures or even stroking out due to how high my blood pressure was (which I felt fine the whole time).

They were monitoring me very closely, and I could not get out of bed for anything! I could sit up for only a little while, but needed to lie as low key as possible! The magnesium made me very sick, retain tons of water, and very weak – it’s a muscle relaxer that also helps with preterm labor. Each day we were told we may be having the baby or we may hang out but whatever is best for baby is the path we would take!! So 3 days after checking into Fargo, I knew at 3am we were going to be having a baby sometime within the day! They noticed on the ultrasound that the baby wasn't growing much since my blood pressure had spiked. I was told a C-section was our only option, but I wouldn’t need to be put completely out, and Darin could be there with me. Only to find out I was going to be completely put under, and Darin could not be with me! From the minute I left Darin, they had our baby girl to him in 12 minutes for a quick picture and off to the NICU. I had to go down a floor for recovery. I was finally able to be pushed back into our room later that afternoon and finally got to see our baby (besides pictures) at 10:30 p.m., when I actually had the strength to get out of bed to go to the NICU – and she was born at 1:42pm!

Kaislyn Toni Drewes was born on January 29, 2011 at 1:42 pm. She was 1 lbs 15 oz and 13.5 inches long.  I was finally able to get out of the hospital the following Thursday, because my blood pressure finally came down. Kaislyn was on a vent for almost 1 month and was in the NICU for 128 days – 4.5 months!

She struggled with sucking, swallowing and breathing, so she ended up getting a feeding tube put in due to her not finishing all her feeds. A week after surgery we were home free, with no monitors or anything other than a button in her belly for feeding (what she didn't take from the bottle), and a list of doctor appointments.

She also had a few issues with her heart. PDA open, ASD, and VSD, so we get to see a cardiologist for many years, and pray she will never need surgery! This month she will be 1 (9 months corrected age). Hard to believe, and wonder where the year went!






She is doing great, but is still very small (born at 1 lbs 15oz). In December she was 11 lbs 6 oz! Her feeding tube was removed in August and she is doing great! Right on track and continuing to go to follow up appointments, and to her cardiologist. 

Thanks for reading our little miracle’s story. 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Halo Happenings (January Edition)




Like I said in our last post, 2012 is definitely starting off with a bang!  We are so excited about the fun things we have been working.  Here is a quick overview of what we have been busy doing.

Parents

First up, is an exciting article that was posted in Parents Magazine in their February issue about Ella's Halo.  It was on page 8, so if you haven't seen it yet, head out to the newsstands and get your copy!  I will post the article here on our blog in February.  They wrote a sweet little piece about Ella and Ella's Halo.  Not only did they put something in their magazine but they also made a $500 donation to us.  What a fun way to help get Ella's Halo's name out there and also to share what our cause is all about to so many others.


We had an awesome turn out of book donations during this holiday season.  I am actually still going through all of them, counting them, boxing them and putting Ella's Halo stickers on all of them.  We are hoping to make this large donation later this month.  So stay tuned to find out how many books were collected in November and December!  Thank you to the sweet little girls of the Lino Lakes Girl Scouts for their book donations!


This week we meet up with the 5th Graders at Plymouth Creek Elementary School.  They made blankets and donated them all to Ella's Halo.  We received so many blankets to help donate to families in the NICU.  It was a great learning experience for the students about volunteering and giving back. We are also going to the work with the PTA at Plymouth Creek later this month.  The parents at the school are going to do a service project and make blankets for Ella's Halo too.  Thank you so much Plymouth Creek!  We appreciate your hard work and know many families will love the blankets too.

And finally, we are in full swing planning mode for our 3rd Annual Bowling for Babies!  We are excited to start figuring out raffles, silent auction and fun activities for the day.  May 12th, 2012 at Park Tavern has been set and we are are excited about a family fun day together raising money for Ella's Halo.  If you are interested in donating or being a sponsor, email me at info@ellashalo.com.  Mark your calendars and we will see you in a few months out at the lanes!

Monday, January 9, 2012

2011 Year in Review

What a fun year 2011 was for Ella's Halo.  We helped so many families this year, helped spread the word about Ella's Halo to others and our Welcome bags are now being given to every NICU family in three NICUs in Minneapolis and St. Paul.  Here is a quick run down of our crazy year.

*January:    Completed our first donation of Welcome Bags to Children's St. Paul

*February:  Ella's Halo hosts a fundraiser at Borders Book Stores

*March:      We celebrate Ella's 2nd Birthday with more Welcome Bag donations to Children's St.
Paul, DVD players and cameras to Children's Minneapolis, and blankets and books to Amplatz Children's Hospital

*April:        Ella's Halo provides its first Feature Family Series which are real stories from NICU families

*May:        Ella's Halo hosts 2nd Annual Bowling for Babies and raises over $12,000

*June:        Ella's Halo sponsors the water stop at Children's Hospital Baby Steps

*July:         Ella's Halo starts donating Welcome Bags for Children's Minneapolis and becomes an Alliance on Caringbridge

*August:     Kids' Company donated blankets to Ella's Halo and we had a feature article in the The Prior Lake Newspaper and we also were part of the Macy's Shop for a Cause.

*September:  Ella's Halo served dinner at the Ronald McDonald House in Children's Hospital and also was in a contest for Parent's Magazine for best blogger

*October:     Ella's Halo had a table at the Birth and Baby Expo and meet many families who had received our Welcome Bags.  Also hosted our 2nd Annual Strides For NICUs and raised over $3,000 to help families.

*November:  Ella's Halo is part of the Pepsi Refresh vote and also wins $1,100 from KARE 11.

*December:  Ella's Halo starts to donate Welcome Bags to 3rd hospital at Amplatz and also starts to donate Sibling Bags to Children's.


As you can see it was a busy year, and the way it is looking 2012 is starting off just as crazy!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

January Feature Family


At the beginning of each month Ella's Halo will have a NICU family tell their story about life in the NICU with their baby. Our hope is that by featuring different families others will have a better understanding of the difficult, roller-coaster ride many face when their baby is in the NICU. Ella's Halo created the Feature Family series, if you are interested in sharing your story, please email us at info@ellashalo.com to share your NICU story and to be a future Feature Family.

**Our post this month is a little late due to the busy holiday season.

I met this former NICU mother on the Parent Advisory Board for Amplatz Children's Hospital.  We both care very deeply about helping children, giving back, and helping the hospital, especially the NICU.  Bo and her husband had 3 little babies in the NICU.  Here is their story.

Brooklyn, Bailey and Jordan Moore
Written by Bo Moore
Former NICU Mommy

In October 2008, my husband and I were thrilled to learn that I was pregnant with triplets. While that was not something we expected to hear; we were just excited that after years of miscarriages and infertility, we were finally adding to our family and our son was going to be a Big Brother!

As soon as we knew I was carrying triplets, I was referred to a Perintologist at UMMC Riverside. For the next few weeks, my husband & I had numerous appointments with a team of specialist there who discussed the risks that come with higher order multiples. I must admit that the information we learned was very worrisome; however, we felt as though our family, love, faith and marriage could handle whatever this unknown path may bring.

With the exception of horrible morning sickness, things were going fairly well in the beginning of the pregnancy. I had lengthy doctor appointments and level II ultrasounds every 2-3 weeks, which continued to show the babies were healthy and things were progressing as “normal”. When I was 16 weeks along, I was put on bed rest to keep the four of us as healthy and stress-free as possible. At 26 weeks, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and became insulin dependent, which is very common with multiples.

At my 28 week ultrasound/appointment, my husband, mom, sister and I were all excited to see the babies in action during my first level III ultrasound. About half way through the ultrasound, the technician excused herself. She came back in with a few doctors and they all starred at the large screen monitor as she was checking “Baby C”. After a few head nodding gestures amongst the doctors, we were told that “Baby C” appears to have an overriding aorta. This heart defect is usually one of four defects found with a heart defect called Tetralogy of Fallot.

My stomach dropped, heart grew heavy and eyes filled with tears. As a mother, I will never forget the heart ache and loneliness I felt. Even though my husband, mother& sister were with, I felt completely alone and was beyond devastated.

A week later, we had in-uteri heart echoes done on all of the babies and it confirmed that “Baby C” had Tetralogy of Fallot (TOF). A few days later, we met with the heart surgeon who explained what TOF was, how it’s surgically repaired, and what the care plan was for our baby.


At this point, I was seeing the Perintologist 2-3 times a week and having level III ultrasounds completed at each visit. When I was 32 weeks, my blood pressure was severely high and I was admitted to antepardum. The initial goal was for me to make it to 36 weeks, but at 33 weeks and 6 days, I started having health issues and they had to do an emergency c-section.


April 9, 2009, our triple blessing arrived! Weighing in at 4lbs 10oz, 4 lbs 8oz, and 4 lbs – our two girls and one boy made their grand entrance into this world. A team of over 20 doctors & nurses helped deliver them and I am happy to say we had no complications. Everyone was doing well and receiving the specialized care they needed.


Thankfully, the TOF baby who we named Bailey was doing fabulous and amazing all the doctors. Each baby had a nurse assigned to them as they were monitored closely. After 10 days in the NICU, the two “healthy” babies were able to go home. I remember how hard I cried having to leave Bailey alone in the NICU, but I quickly realized she wasn’t alone. The NICU nursing staff was filled with second mom’s to her. They loved and cared for her and her siblings as if they were their own.


Within a few weeks, the TOF started to show itself. Bailey started having “blue spells” and her health was deteriorating. It was determined that she needed to be in the PICU where the cardiology team was able to keep a close eye on her.

After almost 3 weeks of being in the PICU, it was determined the initial plan of waiting 3-6 months for her open-heart surgery was no longer an option – she was too critical. At just 6 weeks old and barely over 5 lbs, Bailey underwent her first open-heart surgery. She was the smallest patient this heart surgeon had ever attempted this type of repair on, so there was a lot of concern. Not because of the heart surgeon’s abilities, but because they were not sure if her tiny body could handle the extensive trauma it would be faced with. After 7 hours in surgery, we got the phone call in the patient lounge that they were able to repair 3 of the 4 defects and Bailey was stable.

As prepared as we thought we were to see her, we weren’t! I was in such shock that I couldn’t even cry at first. Seeing your tiny doll size baby with numerous tubes coming out of her stomach/neck/groin, with an incision that went from her neck to her belly button, while on the ventilator was unbearable. I was in such shock that I couldn’t even cry at first. Then, the PICU nurse hugged me and reassured me that she was going to be okay and that’s when the flood gates opened.

Later that night, Bailey had some complications and did have to have another emergency procedure done. Over the next few days, she continued to heal and 4 days after her heart surgery, she was taken off the ventilator. A week later, she was transferred to the floor, and a few weeks later she was finally discharged! After 3 months of calling the NICU/PICU “home”, Bailey was finally able to join the rest of our family at our home.

Bailey has continued to suffer and battle through a long list of health issues, some of which have been life threatening, but she continues to overcome the odds and is still with us. Unfortunately, her triplet sister (Brooklyn) was just hospitalized and diagnosed with juvenile diabetes in September of this year after being sick with a cold. Between Bailey & Brooklyn, they see 16 different specialists at UMACH. We continue to spend a lot of time at the hospital/clinics, and I am grateful for the amazing staff that goes out of its way to make sure we know that we’re more than just “patients” – we are part of the UMACH family.

Every night when I say my prayers, I thank God for all the blessings and miracles he has provided us. We know how lucky we are and do our best not to take anything for granted. We could not have survived the long emotional rollercoaster life has kept us on over the past few years, if it weren’t for the amazing staff in the NICU, PICU and CFL (Child Family Life). The heart-warming care and tenderness they gave our entire family while providing exceptional medical care for our children was second to none. All the hugs, words of wisdom, warm smiles, treats from the vending machine/break room, toys from the toy stash for big brother, and toothbrush runs, will be something I will forever be grateful for.


I’d like to thank Ella’s Halo for allowing us to share our story. I could not imagine the amount of heart ache you endured after Ella earned her angel wings. I imagine the pain and sorrow doesn’t go away, but I hope knowing all the good you’re doing in her honor brings some comfort to you.

God Bless!
The Moore Family